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The Resistance

Ok this one is something I have been slowly putting together in my head. There are two universes, similar only in the fact that they have the same people in them. One universe is at war, a resistance is fighting a dictatorship in a bloody battle. When they lose their leader they use a machine to bring their leader back to them, he’s the same person from a different universe universe 1 is the dictator owned world that is ran by Jay. Universe 2 is a peaceful world where our hero is pulled from.

Science-Fiction

The Storm (Part IV)

Lieutenant Greenstein crouched on the roof of the six-floor tenement building, her rifle aimed at the corner of South 3rd and Kent Avenue. A cold wind blew off the gray East River, sending a chill through her bones, despite the ample weight of her police uniform. She had been like this for the past two hours, waiting for the gangs of Hasid to come to where they based their illegal water-hoarding operation. It had come to this: New York’s finest perched in decrepit windows of abandoned warehouses, esentially snipers. Guilty until proven innocent, and even then no one was ever innocent. Fuck this, she thought. She’d rather be at home, with Scott, protected by the Rockaways, a place of New York that still hadn’t been affected by the storm. She was one of the lucky ones, though, even if she did have to spend eight hours a day in the fucking dregs of the 18th precinct, trying to maintain order in a city that was falling apart at the seams. She stood up to stretch, and turned around, looking back at Brooklyn. It was then that she noticed the door to the stairwell was closed.
“Fuck,” she said, putting her gun down, and walking toward the door. There was no handle on the door, as it locked automatically behind. How could she be so stupid, she thought, a hand against the door. Fuck fuck fuck. There would be no way to communicate, as the communication links had broken down with the first storm. She was stuck. She would have to wait for relief. She walked back to the corner of the roof when she saw it.
A dark cloud moved quickly across the East River, a thick, green mustardy smelling mass of smoke and debris. The Storm. There hadn’t been one in about six weeks, but here it was. She looked frantically around. There was no way out. The cloud moved even closer, directly towards the building. She tried not to panic, took deep breaths, but all she could think about was Scott and their house in the Rockaways, their dog, how she wanted to go home. She looked back at the door. “What the fuck,” she said out loud, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She was trapped.
She crouched in the corner, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the gun. There was nothing she could do. Closing her eyes, the Storm rushed over the top of the building, enveloping her. She could feel the weight of the gas against her uniform, her exposed skin, her dark brown hair pulled tight against her head. She could taste it on her lips. And worse, she could feel it entering her, and she reached a level of such terror that she thought her heart was going to explode and burst, carried off with the evil gas. And that’s what it was: evil. It was in her now. She was finished, would no longer be the same, would be doomed to wandering these fucked up streets for the rest of her life, in whatever guise the Storm infected her: drugs, drink, food, sex?
The storm passed, but she remained in that same position, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clamped around the rifle, balled up like a child on the corner of the roof. Her breathing by now was quick and manic, and she tried to focus all of her mental acuity onto the number of breaths. She had heard that the affects of the Storm were immediate, she had seen it happen in colleagues, saw their former selves be carried off by the mustardy gas of the storm cloud, leaving behind the shell of a human, a sick desperation that cast the world into chaos. She counted quickly, trying not to recognise that she was burning up in the police uniform, that her skin felt as if it was on fire, her body dripping in sweat. She wanted to tear the uniform off. There was intense feeling of absence, a craving for something in her to be filled. She was now shaking uncontrollably. She needed it, although she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then her thoughts were brought somewhere else, a focal point: hot, burning, wet and aching, that space between her legs. What she needed was cock. And this is where she passed over.
She had to get off the roof. It was imperative. It was the key to her survival. If she could get off the roof, she could get cock: a thick, hard, throbbing piece of meat that she could suck, and feel in her wet pussy, and shove in her ass. She needed to be filled. What she needed even more, she knew now, was the taste of cum on her mouth, something to take the pain away. She had to bathe in it, have it constantly. This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. The street was empty. She was clearly in pain and could think of nothing, see nothing in her head, except for hard, throbbing cock. She tried to maintain her balance and, instinctively, reached her right hand down beneath her belt and the waistband of her slacks, touching her engorged clitoris with two fingers, slowly rubbing a circle. Her breathing increased with the rhythm of her rubbing and she was shocked- almost terrified- at the intensity of the feeling. She wanted something inside her, and she slipped both fingers into her hot, soaking wet cunt. In and out she pushed them, all the while applying circular pressure with the palm of her hand on her clit. The severity and quickness of the orgasm that caused her entire body to quake and her knees give out, collapsing her to the roof of the building, a writhing mess of nerve-endings and pussy juice, her carefully pulled up hair now falling out around her, and the screams- these fucking screams of passion, if that’s what it was- bouncing off the buildings around her seemed to be an announcement to the world, that-once again- the Storm had reduced another woman to her basic id: she now, literally, lived to fuck.
And if she could do this to herself, she thought, lying flat on her back, staring at the dark clouds passing above her, her breathing slowing down, wonder what she could do with cock.
I’m getting off this fucking roof, she thought, and she walked to the edge, more determined and confident than she’d been before. The orgasm seemed to give her a power that she was lacking before, a temporary boost in confidence. And, as if she willed it herself, she heard the shuffle of feet from the corner below her. She quickly assumed position, crouched at the corner of the roof, looking through the sites of her sniper rifle. They turned the corner and entered into view.
“No fucking way,” she said, lowering the gun, and looking at the three people- a man and two girls on chains- turning the corner. They were naked, the man carrying and automatic weapon, an M-16, with a round of ammo around his chest. The two girls were attached to small chains, around collars, and had on combat boots. They walked gingerly. She looked at the man- his taut, hairless body, rippling in muscle- and, more importantly, his cock- a semi-hard beautiful piece of meat. She sited it through the rifle to get a better look. It was enormous, maybe eight to nine inches when it got hard and had a breath-taking girth. She wanted it. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, held the rifle aloft and screamed, “FREEZE!”
The man motioned to the girls, who quickly crouched down like dogs on all fours and he held the M-16 aloft, clearly tentative about using it. He found Lt. Greenstein in his sites, but failed to shoot. She cautioned him down.
“If you fire that thing, we’ll all be dead,” she yelled down to the street. “I just need your help. Can you help me?”
He lowered the gun, but said nothing. She took this as a positive sign.
“I’m locked in. You have to let me out.” She was thinking about that cock. The man shaded his eyes and looked up. He stood there silently, motioning for the girls to stand back up, all the while not losing his gaze with the aching lieutenant.
“Please,” she shouted down again, surprised at the desperation in her voice. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
The three strangers walked to the front door. She could hear it slam behind them. The aspect of getting cock excited her, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to look non-threatening: the uniform with the gun may be too much for a stranger to take in a fucked up world as this. And she didn’t feel like she could wait any longer. She threw the rifle down to the ground, undid her belt and holster, and unbuckled her boots, kicking them off quickly. Throwing them to the side, she shimmied out of the heavy, thick pants until she was in nothing but her thong underwear. The heat from her pussy was unbearable, and even as she lowered the navy blue panties, she found herself rubbing her soaking wet cunt again. She crawled to the edge of the roof, bending over, one hand on the ledge, the other busily preparing her pussy for the cock she needed to survive. She heard the metal door open and she moaned loudly. Without even turning around, her ass in the air as if an offering, her left hand rubbing her pussy to the peak of another orgasm, she screamed: “Please! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”
She heard footsteps and the quick fap fap fap of the man jerking his meat, getting ready to fill her up and before she could plead again for the stranger’s dick, she felt the head of the penis against the wet lips of her pussy and she grunted loudly, the echo carrying off the skyscraper condominiums. As he thrust inside her- first an inch, then two, then the full girth of the eight or nine inches filling her up- she supported herself with both hands on the railing, banging her hips against his with each thrust. She seemed to be in a continual state of orgasm, her body quaking and screaming in passion, a feeling she had never, ever came close to before. She concentrated on breathing, of feeling every inch of that beautiful cock, and revelled in the waves of orgasm that seemed to define her new existence. She was ready now, thirsty, aching for cum and she told him, the stranger who filled her up, a man she had not even seen the face of, that she wanted it.
“Cum on my face,” she ordered. “Cum on my fucking face.”
This is what she needed and as he pulled out, she twisted around, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. She still didn’t look at him, only focusing on the throbbing piece of meat inches from her face, the full girth, the glistening head and the hand that worked it professionally and eagerly, and as the cum exploded she thrust herself into it, tasting it on her tongue and lips, her cheeks and nose and face and eyes and hair, wanting to drown in it, to soak up every single sperm cell of strength, to satisfy the craving of the Storm. She would never be the same, this she knew. But in a way, as the energy crackled through her body, and the hot cum dripped from her lips to the tarred roof, she wondered if she even cared.

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Papa Suchong

Dr. Suchong turns 17 year old into a little sister and has to finally turn her over to he big daddy program but first, he wants to say goodbye.

Science-Fiction

Mind Fuck – Intro

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I’m a storyteller by birth, and therefore, I tell stories. My aim is to stimulate the mind as well as get the reader off. My personal philosophy when writing stories like this is simple: If I’m not excited by my own stories, then the reader won’t be either. Comments are welcome, criticisms are welcome, assholes are not. I deal with too many in my day to day life.
Steady, rhythmic slurping filled the locker room showers. The sound was pornographic and unmistakable to anyone who would have heard it. Had anyone been near enough, they would have immediately recognized the sounds of a wet sloppy blowjob in progress. Had their eyes borne witness, many would have been shocked. Because in the middle of the communal showers, the naked captain of the basketball team was passionately blowing another male student. This wasn’t just any student however. He was submitting himself to what some would describe as his mortal enemy, the person he had tormented from the first day of kindergarten all the way until last year, when he had punched him and left him with a black eye.
“Who’s the faggot now?”
“I am,” the jock replied, barely removing the cock from his glistening lips.
“Say it.”
“I’m a faggot.”
“You like sucking dick, don’t you?”
“I love it.”
“Look at me. Now say it.”
“I love sucking your cock.” As he spoke, his own engorged ebony rod – already throbbing with desire – gave a particuarly large jerk. The team’s captain hadn’t toucheed himself the entire time. In fact, his hands had been behind his back from the very start. It was simply the raw sexuality permeating the room that was holding his entire body under a hypnotic rapture.
“What are you going to do with my cum, fairy?”
“I’m gonna swallow it all.” His eyes hadn’t left the commanding gaze of the man he was blowing, and his erection gave another large bob. It was continually jumping to the rhythm of his accelerated heartbeat.
“I knew you were a faggot from the moment you called me one. Its called ‘projection.’ You take your own fears that you can’t face, and instead force them on someone else. But look at you now, huh? Butt naked, on your knees, sucking on my cock like its your last meal. Look at your dick. You haven’t touched yourself, but you’re dripping all over the place, ready to blow your load. You’re getting off on having me in your mouth, aren’t you? Just like you were meant to.”
It was true. The big ten incher dangling between the jock’s legs was drooling a steady stream of precum, the clear fluid pooling on the floor. The knob was swollen, shiny, and dark, the slit flaring open and closed. His testicles, normally heavy and drooping, had risen almost all the way up, eagerly awaiting the moment that they would jettison their heavy load. He was on the brink of orgasm, and even the slightest touch would be enough to set him off. A drop of water from his wet hair, a featherlight touch, a well-placed breeze –
“Don’t -” But it was too late. The captain needed his own release, and he needed it now. One of his large hands shot from behind his back and curled around his throbbing cock, combining physical stimulation with the sexual thrill of running his lips across the stiff flesh of another male’s sex organ. But what should have been the most powerful orgasm of the jock’s life went horrbily wrong when his meat deflated in his fist.
“-do it.” The jock tore his mouth from the organ in front of him with a mangled cry.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” he screeched. The sexual need was still there. The burning urge to unload his aching testicles still needed to be satisfied. Yet here he kneeled, still in shock, holding his long but flaccid – and most importantly, numb – dick.
“Its not what I did, Jerome. Its what you didn’t – and aren’t – doing. I told you; faggots don’t finish first. I warned you that if you touched yourself, you would be sorry.
“And I want to ask you a question. What were you doing when you got the grand idea to yank one off? Think about it, pussy. You aren’t blowing me, and you aren’t getting any pleasure. Seems pretty simple to me. Of course, what do I know, I’m just a faggot, huh? So, I guess I’ll just pull my pants up and find someone else to finish me off….”
Jerome stared in horror as the young man started pulling his pants and boxers back up, his spit-covered rod still erect. Horror that he wasn’t going to get to finish, and horror at the realization that he was right. Horror that his cock had no feeling. Horror that somehow, he liked sucking that thick fleshy piece of meat. Horror that he was actually eager to taste the semen. Horror that he needed that cock to cum in order to find his own release. Horror that now, there was no way that he could say, he was not a faggot. Because faggots got hard sucking dick, didn’t they? That’s how they got their pleasure.
“Wait.” Jerome’s voice was low and nearly inaudible. Part of him wanted to be heard; part of him wished that he hadn’t actually said anything. His tormentor slowed his pace.
“Did you say something?” The reply was slow, and filled with amusement.
“Please.” The dominant one smirked, confident in his superiority. The request was crystal clear. He almost wanted to make the larger boy say the words, but felt it unnecessary. Jerome had finally fallen. Both of them knew that.
“You know what to do,” the new master said as he stepped once more in front of his submissive. Jerome reached up with shaky hands and popped the button on the jeans. The zipper followed, leaving the still-hard eight incher to bulge out the front of the red and black boxers underneath. He pulled both down which allowed the stiff meat to dangle in his face.
“You’re fucking sick,” Jerome muttered as he wrapped his hot mouth around the cock.
“Yep. I’m sick.” The slurping was frenzied now. Jerome was practically fucking his face onto that cock, twisting his head left and right, pushing his tongue against the sensitive spots, trying to bring the beast down. He was a machine now, his own need for release driving him to give the best blowjob he could.
Brandon couldn’t believe it. Before, he had been getting off solely on the power he had over this self-proclaimed ‘alpha male,’ and his long overdue commuppance. But now, the suction alone was bringing him closer to the edge. Either Jerome had done this before (something he knew had not happened), or he was pulling every trick in the book that he could remember from having his own cock sucked. That mouth was powerful. It certainly wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever recieved, but it was in the better half, without a doubt.
“Put your hands behind your back.” The submissive did as commanded, even going as far as to clasp his own wrists to prevent temptation. “Now look in my eyes.” He hesitated. “Do it now, fucker. Or you’ll regret it.” Jerome pulled his blank stare from the trimmed crotch and forced his eyes to meet Brandon’s. “That’s it, cum dump. Let me see your shame. Let me see your humiliation as you work for my load.”
It was there, painted on the big man’s face,. He had been an alpha male when he arrived here in every sense. He had the grades. He had the friends. He was the star player on the basketball team with schools tripping over one another to give him a free ride. He had a silver Acura waiting for him in the parking lot. He had one of the hottest girls on his arm, and sitting on his ten inch monster whenever he wanted. The very same cock that now stiffened between his legs, once again throbbing violently and ready to spew the contents of his ballsack at any moment.
He had fallen so far in hte past thirty minutes. Here he was now, knees aching as he knelt before this scrawny wretch who had somehow manged to best him without laying a finger on him. His lips, tongue, cheeks, and even throat were burning in agony from the repeated violation. His back, his body, and his mind hurt. But Jerome kept the powerful suction going because he was just that damn close. He was sitting on the edge of teh best cum of his life, and he knew it. Better than the first blowjob he’d recieved, better than losing his V-Card – hell – better than the first time his cock had pierced Danielle’s tight little starfish –
“I’m about to cum.” Relief flooded through the jock followed by confusion when the warm flesh was ripped from his mouth with a wet, slurpy pop.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth, Jerome, and you’re going to swallow everything, aren’t you?” The jock nodded. “Everything you don’t eat, you will lick up, right?” Another nod. “While you’re eating my jizz, I want you watching my eyes. I want you to see what a real man looks like when he gets his nut.”
The younger boy stuffed his throbbing eight incher back into the hot mouth provided and began pumping. His hands were clasped behind Jerome’s head as he literally used the suctioning mouth to jerk himself off. Though the head was constantly pounding the back of his throat, Jerome kept his hands behind his back. He couldn’t believe it, but he was getting even higher off this merciless mouth rape. His piss slit was now wide open, precum flowing in a steady stream. His large balls were held tight against his body.
Brandon continued to hold Jerome’s gaze, and within ten strokes, the first ropes of cum began firing from Brandon’s cock. He resisted the urge to force himself balls deep into Jerome’s mouth, instead pulling out until only the head was resting on Jerome’s tongue. Being deepthroated would make things easy on Jerome. Brandon wanted him to taste his seed. One hand wrapped around his shaft as Brandon literally jerked off into Jerome’s mouth. Every throb, every spurt was heaven after forcing himself to wait six days for this one moment of revenge. And there was no doubt that it was worth it.
For his part, Jerome’s mind was nearly blank for the first time since the beginning of his ordeal. The moment that the first shot of semen was fired against the roof of his mouth, Jerome’s own cock began blasing rope after rope of his sticky fluid. His mind focused on three things alone: the mind-numbing, completely electrifying release of his orgasm, which was more than he could have imagined; eye contact with this Master, for he knew that he was the reason for the intensity of this orgasm; and not choking to death on this near-inhuman amount of cum flooding his mouth. Fat ropes were continually being ejected from Brandon’s root, and they weren’t slowing down. Jerome was swallowing it as fast as he could, but each rope was nearly a mouthful, and it had started spilling almost from the start.
His senses were filled with that cock and its life-giving load. Jerome could see at the bottom of his vision that chocolate rod extending from the groin and extending forth, disappearing under his nose and combining with the sensation of that meat stretching his lips and lying on his tongue, hot and shuddering and pumping out ropes of slimy liquid. He felt the goo slide down his esophagus and into his stomach, and could feel the excess flow freely from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, landing in sticky strings on his chest, stomach, and thighs. Jerome could smell the two aromas – both slightly chlorinated but very distinct – mingling together and filling his lungs. He could taste the salty, bitter, and slightly tangy flavor of the semen that coated his entire mouth and covered his pink tongue, still dancing lightly over the cock head in his mouth. He heard the hard, shuddering breaths from both of them as they endured their moments of ecstacy; heard every hard gulp he made as he sent another mouthful of jizz to his stomach.
After a good long minute, both orgasms finally died down. Jerome’s cock lurched one last time as the one in his mouth gave one final dribble before being pulled away. As the standing youth tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled up his pants, Jerome ran his tongue over his lips to clean up the leftovers. His cock gave a pleasurable throb as it slowly rose back to full mast, looking for all the world as if he had not experienced an orgasm at all. Jerome scraped, smeared, and finally outright began to slurp up the puddle of mixed jizz from the floor. His rapist turned back at the door and spoke.
“One more thing. If I were you, I wouldn’t think of trying to report me to anyone. No one’ll believe that a sturdy and capable young man like yourself got taken advantage of by a five foot seven, hundred and thirty pound wet blanket. So go ahead and save yourself the embarassment -” A particuarly enthusiastic slurp came from Jerome. “Well, more embarassment, I should say.”
Jerome heard and understood, but was too involved in riding this new sexual high to respond. He smeared as much of their mutual fluids on his cock and pounded his meat so a second powerful climax, shuddering hard as he collapsed to the floor.
Out in the darkened parking lot, Brandon Edwards horsed the engine of his 1978 Chevy Nova. Morally, what he had done tonight was wrong. Legally, it was rape. But he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would get away with it. There were no witnesses, and the only other witness would never breathe a word. Not from fear, Brandon knew, but from pride. People like Jerome couldn’t show weakness for fear of appearing to be weak. So he would suffer in silence.
Brandon had considered full advantage of Jerome, but ultimately decided against it. Brandon knew Jerome couldn’t have resisted, but after the act was finished, Jerome would have actually had evidence. It would have been too tempting for Brandon to simply force his way into Jerome’s rectum and leave behind a sticky deposit leaking from a ripped anus. Chances were that Jerome still wouldn’t have told, but Brandon wasn’t willing to leave evidence like that up to chance.
Brandon knew that he had changed the course of a life tonight. Jerome Sanders would never again experience the sexual pleasure he had that night, but he would spend the rest of his life on his knees, eating load after load of sperm in the hopes of finding it. It would kill the big man inside to do it, but he would do so anyway. Jerome would never be happy again, just as he had made Brandon’s life hell since the day they had met. No, Brandon had not changed a life tonight. He had ruined one, and he could not force himself to feel any sorrow.
‘Revenge isn’t always sweet,’ he thought as he eased out of the parking lot. ‘Sometimes, its salty.’

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Beltworld Ch.1

This is my first time publishing a story here, but it’s definitely not my first time writing a story, please leave some feedback so I can make my next story better, or I could continue this one if you like it.

Science-Fiction

Titanfall: Isaac Gets Lucky

Hey everyone, hope you enjoy my second ever story on here. put a lot more time into this one, so I hope you like it. NOTE: (Any criticisms of my writing are welcome, as I am always looking to improve my skills)

Science-Fiction

Star Wars: The Restricted Files – Chapter 10 – Breaking the Slave Ring Part 3

Disclaimer: The following story is not connected with the Star Wars franchise, or its creator, George Lucas and does not represent the characters, writers or producers of set franchise.
Story Codes: FF, MFF, blackmail, hp, grope, oral, spank, voy
Star Wars: The Restricted Files Part 10 – Breaking The Slave Ring Part 3
by Avatrek ([email protected])
Mara Jade Skywalker and Leia Organa Solo were in serious trouble; their plan to infiltrate the slave ring on the edge of Hutt Space was not going very well. Both Leia and Mara had to first audition for a slaver Captain on the ship they were being transported on. Fucked like a couple of common whores, the two Jedi infiltrators had done unspeakable things to garner the favour of the Captain and secure their transportation to the space station they were seeking and their sale at the auction which was to take transport to their desired destination. Their plan was to play the part of slave girls and hopefully during their sale, find out who was running the slave ring. It would then be up to both Mara and Leia to arrest the offender and transport him back to the New Republic and certain incarceration. Decked out in a gold bikini she had once wore while a prisoner of Jabba the Hutt, Leia, along with her close friend and sister-in-law, Mara, waited in their tiny dingy cell aboard the transport ship for their arrival to the space station.
“Just remember Mara, my name is Lelila, just in case you need to call for me.” Leia told Mara as her friend wiped off the cum that had recently been plastered on her tight stomach during her tryout with Captain Chaff. Mara quickly redressed herself in her tight white leather bikini that had been unceremoniously discarded before she had gotten down to business with the Captain.
“You still have cum in your hair, Lelila.” Mara joked, as she slipped on her bikini bottoms and covered up her luscious firm tits with her white leather top.
“Yeah… I know… His cum just got everywhere.” Leia sighed, trying to clean off any cum she could from her long braided hair.
“I know… But you have to admit… It did feel pretty good!” Mara laughed as she took a seat beside the worn out Leia and closed her eyes to regain a little bit of her lost energy. She knew she was going to need it by the time the mission finally ended and she also knew that she’d have to both shake her ass and fuck her way to the top of the criminal organization she was hoping to bring down.
“Yeah… Han hasn’t fucked me like that for years.” Leia sighed, both disappointed that she and Han hadn’t had any passionate sex for so long and the fact that she felt guilty for fucking some random man, all for the sake of a mission. But Leia knew the mission she was now on was more important than some unimportant meaningless sex.
“I can’t say the same thing about your brother.” Mara replied with a certain brightness in her eye as she remembered the last time she and Luke had made love and how many times he had made her cum.
“I bet.” Leia responded with a smirk.
“What?” Mara asked with confusion before their cell door was swung wide open and four Gamorrean guards ushered them out of their cell and towards the docking bay. They were soon chained to each other with shackles and led out onto a very large and busy looking docking platform. The space station they had been brought to was obviously both new and extremely large to be able to accommodate both the ship they had been brought on and about a hundred other slaver ships that were docked inside the station as well.
“Holy Fuck! This station must be huge!” Leia exclaimed to Mara, looking bewildered at how such a large space station could be built right on the edge of New Republic space without her or the Senate knowing about it. In truth however, the galaxy was both vast and largely unexplored; a massive space station in the middle of nowhere was an insignificant needle in a stack of needles.
“What did you mean by what you said about Luke?” Mara asked Leia as they were led off the docking bay and towards one of the main halls. She was still obviously confused about what Leia was referring to when she replied with “I bet”.
“Nothing… It’s just he’s the Jedi Master… You know… He’s the best at everything” Leia lied to Mara. Leia had many deep dark secrets about her younger teenage years and especially when she first met both Han and Luke. It was better that those secrets actually remain secret so that no feelings were hurt.
“Oh… Okay.” Mara said, letting it go as the four guards brought them into the massive auction hall, where over a thousand interested buyers were waiting to see what they could get for as few credits as possible.
“Shut up you two!” one of the Gamorrean guards grunted at them. Mara and Leia scanned the stage where over a hundred girls were being brought on stage and shown off before the main auction was to begin. Obviously the hall they were now in was the auction which mainly dealt with the sale of slave girls. There must have been half a dozen other auction halls across the station, all selling scared, innocent and unfortunate slaves to the highest bidders.
“This station was obviously built for more than just slave trading Leia… It’s big enough to house a whole lot of other illegal criminal activities as well!” Mara said to Leia as they were led on stage in front of everyone. All the women that were on stage, looked gorgeous in their skimpy clothing but they also both downtrodden and devoid of any sense of sexuality. They were obviously not there by choice like Leia and Mara were.
“I have an idea Leia… Just follow my lead!” Mara told Leia as they got onto to the auction stage and followed the women in front of them to the front. Mara led Leia out in front of the other dejected slave girls so they were the centre attention for everyone in the hall. Mara gave Leia a little smirk before grabbing her by the waist, turning her around, bending her over and forcing Leia to shake her fine ass while she gave her a nice hard spanking. The prospective buyers in the crowd applauded with zeal as they watched the beautiful, toned and sexy redheaded slave girl spank the luscious ass of an equally gorgeous brunette slave girl.
“Woooooo! Look at the ass on that one!” shouted a few of the hornier men in the crowd as they watched the two women really give a good show. Leia played along and before long she had Mara turned around on all fours getting a nice hard spanking as well. The crowd was cheering and whistling so loud that the auction stage Leia and Mara were standing on started to shake.
“Why the fuck are we doing this Mara? Leia shouted at Mara over the noise as both she and Mara started shaking their asses together.
“The way I see it, with all we’re doing, only the wealthiest men will be able to buy us, and the wealthier they are, the more connections they’ll have around here.” Mara said wisely as the crowd started to die down and they were led back into line to wait until the auction began.
“That was smart… Only the wealthiest will have the connections we need to bring this thing down.” Leia whispered back to Mara. Like it was almost everywhere else in the galaxy, the more money you had, the more connections you had to have, especially when it came to criminal activities like slaving. If Mara and Leia could garner the most credits of any slave girl at the auction, they’d be assured a way into discovering who ran the space station and the slave ring that they were there to stop. The auction began with the first forty or so girls going for anything from a few hundred credits to a few thousand, but nothing very substantial. When Mara took centre stage and the auctioneer started the bidding, the price of buying the redheaded slut started much higher than any girl that had preceded her. By the end of the screaming and shouting of bids that got only higher and higher, Mara was finally sold to a tall dark masked man at the back of the hall for an astounding ninety-five thousand credits. There were a number of shouts of anger from prospective buyers who had failed to purchase the beautiful redhead, but their cries of outrage were soon silenced by even more cheers of happiness as Leia was brought out front for the next round of bidding. Whether the men in the crowd were more attracted to Leia or they were just ramped up from missing out from buying Mara, the final selling price of the brunette goddess ended up at just over a hundred-thousand credits. What shocked Leia and probably angered everyone else in the hall was the fact that the same man that had bought Mara had also bought Leia.
“Who the hell bought both of us…? He must have connections if he can spend almost two-hundred thousand credits on two slave girls!” Mara said to Leia as the two women were led out of the auction hall and back towards the docking bay.
Little did Mara and Leia know, their mysterious buyer was none other than their good friend, Lando Calrissian, who had come to the space station, under disguise, to investigate the slave ring and find the Dubrillion miners that had been abducted in recent months. After his wife, Tendra Risant pleaded with Lando to investigate the whereabouts of some close friends of theirs, Lando had followed leads all the way from his home on Dubrillion to the edge of Hutt Space, where he finally found the slave ring that had abducted them. Under the cover of an elaborate mask that also aided in altering his voice, Lando had even painted the Lady Luck a new colour, faked a new identity and bought his way into the station. Using both credits and his undeniable charm, Lando was able to learn almost everything about the slave ring, who was in charge and where his friends were located. But before he could chase down the Dubrillion miners and who they had been sold to, he walked into a most curious sight. Although he was on the other side of a vast auction hall and the crowd was going bananas, Lando was very pleased to see two of his best and oldest friends, Leia Organa Solo and Mara Jade Skywalker, shaking their asses like a couple of whores in front of everyone. Clearly, the two Jedi women were on the station doing the same thing as Lando, and he knew he probably should help them out, but he also knew that this was the perfect opportunity to have some fun. Thinking on his feet and wanting to have a little entertainment while he could, Lando paid a ridiculous sum of money to buy both Jedi women. He knew he’d have to release them eventually, but two hundred thousand credits for Lando was nothing and if he could have a little fun with two of the hottest women in the galaxy while his wife thought he was doing her a favour, he knew he had to do it. Luckily, Lando had a strong enough mind that he would be able to keep his identity safe from both Mara and Leia’s Jedi skills.
Mara and Leia were led on board a very familiar looking ship where their new owner was sitting very comfortably in his luxurious quarters. Lando didn’t have a crew, so after the Gamorrean guards dropped them off in his quarters, there were no guards or personnel to keep the Jedi women in line. They did have their chains and shackles on, but if they wanted to break out of them, they certainly could. Lando had that covered though; with his blaster drawn and pointed at them, Lando walked over to them and put two bracelets around their around their wrists.
“With those on, if you even think about disobeying any of my orders, you’ll be shocked immediately.” Lando said in a distorted voice. Both Mara and Leia looked at each other in confusion and after Lando unlocked their shackles and returned to his seat, both women felt a jolt run through their arms and down their spines, dropping them to the floor in an instant. “That’s just to show you what’ll happen if you try anything at all.”
“This guy means business Leia… But I’m pretty sure we can get out of these bracelets pretty easily.” Mara whispered to Leia as they kneeled in front of their mysterious buyer, feigning pain.
“We need to get that information before we make our escape though.” Leia replied.
“I’m sure our Jedi mind tricks will work on this guy.” Mara responded before standing back up and looking at the man sitting before them with his face hidden behind an odd looking mask. “Who runs this slave ring?” Mara said forcefully, using all her Jedi mind tricks to try and influence him.
“What…? Who do you think you are…? Some kind of Jedi” Lando laughed in his augmented voice, knowing that both Mara and Leia were actually Jedi and if they really wanted to, could snap his neck like a twig. “Why do you want to find out?” Lando continued, suddenly struck by a brilliant idea. If Lando could somehow bribe his two hot Jedi friends into having sex with him and then giving them all the information they needed to bring down the entire slave ring, Lando wouldn’t have to do a single thing except get his rocks off with two of the hottest women in the galaxy and report back to his wife that he had dealt with everything.
“Jedi…? Preposterous! We’re just trying to infiltrate the slave ring to find our friends” Leia lied unconvincingly to Lando as she looked over at Mara with an uncertain expression on her face.
“Tell you what ladies… If you do just one little thing for me, I’ll give you all the information you need and take off those pesky little bracelets, free of charge.” Lando replied with a smirk.
“Ten credits I know what he wants in exchange.” Mara whispered to Leia, slowly reaching behind her back to unhook her tight white leather bra again.
“That’s right baby… You know what I’m talking about.” Lando said as he got comfortable in his plush chair. “First… I want both of you to undress slowly and start kissing each other.”
Mara and Leia looked at the mysterious masked man in front of them in confusion, realising they would actually have to fuck each other for his amusement.
You can do this Leia… Just pretend you’re kissing Han, Leia thought as she slowly undressed along with Mara to appease the man in front of her, who was massaging his stiffening cock while he watched.
Lando was mesmerised at how amazing Leia and Mara looked for two women in their forties. His wife Tendra still had a nice body for her age but he couldn’t believe what he was seeing as his two good friends starting to make out right in front of him. Five minutes later, after Lando’s cock had grown to its full nine inches, he finally decided that Mara and Leia needed to do one last thing for him before he joined the fray.
“Okay girls… Now I need you to get on the floor and lick each others” pussies at the same time!” Lando said, pulling down his pants to reveal his hard nine inch black cock.
“HOLY FUCK!” Mara said to herself, before catching herself and looking over at a similarly stunned looking Leia. She shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to get onto the cold floor. “Come on Leia… For the mission.” Mara reminded a reluctant Leia, pulling her down onto the floor before turning in the opposite direction to lick her pussy. In truth, Mara had been looking forward to an opportunity to taste Leia’s hot little snatch, ever since she had gotten fucked by the deranged Captain Chaff aboard the slaver ship.
“Mmmmm… Mara!” Leia groaned as she felt Mara’s long wet tongue penetrate her delicate pussy and stimulate her sensitive clit. Not wanting to disappoint Mara or fail her important mission, Leia again let her inner-slut loose and began licking Mara’s tasty twat.
“This is great… I guess I could join you two now!” Lando said in excitement as he got off his plush chair and dropped down to his knees, where he lined his stiff nine inch shaft up with Mara’s heavenly shaved pussy. Leia, too busy enjoying the great taste of one of her closest friend’s pussy, didn’t even notice what Lando was doing until she caught sight of his nine inch black shaft push its way past her tongue and into Mara’s tight slit.
“Ummmmm… UNGHHH” Mara cried, lifting her head up from Leia’s beautiful snatch to groan in pain as Lando’s thick cock penetrated her so deeply. Before Mara could look back and give her new partner a sexy little wink, she felt his strong hands grip her toned waist and use it as extra leverage to slam even more of his hard shaft into her. Leia looked up in interest as some of Mara’s warm tasty juices dripped down onto her chin. Without even thinking, she stuck out her tongue and slid it back and forth over Lando’s shaft while he started moving in and out of Mara’s snatch faster and harder.
“How do like it baby!” Lando groaned as the tightness of Mara’s beautiful pussy started to overwhelm him in seconds.
“Oh God Leia… You’ve gotta try this… It feels so…Familiar?” Mara groaned, trying her hardest to remember when she had felt such a hot shaft pounding her pussy so well.
“There is no try… Do or do not” Leia replied with a giggle as her tongue massaged both Lando’s cock and Mara’s convulsing pussy. Shortly after Mara screamed out in orgasm and a small trickle of her sticky nectar ran down her pussy and into her mouth, she saw Lando’s shaft pull out of Mara’s pussy. Seconds later, Leia felt something big and hard prod at her tight snatch.
“Amen to that honey… I choose DO!!!!” Lando yelled out before slamming his cock, balls deep into Leia’s pussy in a single thrust.
“AHHHHHHHH!” Leia screamed out in pain as she nearly blacked out from pain. The only reason she was able to remain conscious was due to the fact that Mara had been steadily licking her pussy wet for the past twenty minutes. There was just enough lubrication and stimulation to allow her to keep from passing out as Lando started thrusting in and out of her even harder than he had done with Mara. Within a few minutes both Lando and Leia were groaning out in pleasure, with both of them ready to blow a massive load.
“I’M CUMMING!” Leia and Lando shouted simultaneously before Lando quickly pulled out of her spasm-stricken pussy and shot his big load of hot sticky cum all over Mara’s slightly surprised face. After snapping out of her surprise, Mara opened her mouth and did her best to swallow as much of Lando’s hot cum as possible.
“YESSSS!” Lando grunted as he couldn’t help but paste Mara’s pretty face and Leia’s wet pussy with his sticky seed. His dream of fucking both the sexy Jedi women at once was finally realized as he shot one last load into Mara’s mouth and slumped backwards onto his back, completely exhausted and satisfied.
“A deal’s a deal ladies.” Lando mumbled as he got back onto his feet and got dressed. While Mara and Leia cleaned themselves up and got dressed, Lando revealed to them a shocking amount of information about the slave ring and all the top bosses involved in setting up the ring and building the state-of-the-art space station they were now occupying. True to his word and knowing he could never keep the two women as his slaves for very long before they actually learned his true identity or escaped his clutches, Lando removed their restrictive bracelets and let them leave his ship, free of charge.
While Mara and Leia started the final phase of their plan to break the slave ring and put an end to the criminal enterprises taking place on the space station, Lando buttoned up his ship and took off with neither Mara nor Leia ever knowing who had bought them, fucked them and released them to do his dirty work.

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